I’ve Been to a Marvelous Party

My friend, Mark, arrived from Paris on Friday night so he was able to participate in our typical Ameican evening of ordering take-out food (wings, fries, onion rings) and card games. I think he was in heaven, despite the jetlag that began to kick in toward the end of the evening.

On Saturday we expected a depressed day of rain and clouds, but after a spectacular lightning storm over night (that woke all four of us up) the weather cleared up and by 11Am we were off to the DeCordova Sculpture Garden and Museum. Now, Mark tends to be more interested in history than art….especially modern art…but he was a true sport as we strolled the grounds and gardens. In fact, he’ll probably never admit it, but I think he even enjoyed it.

The weather was oppressively humid the whole time so we finished just in time to go to lunch in neighboring Concord, pick up his friend, Brink, at the subway station, then go back to the house and settle in for a barbecue (eating inside with the air-conditioning, of course).

On Sunday, the weather was a bit more bleak. We enjoyed a lazy morning of breakfast, cards, and conversation before getting some Chipotle for lunch. We then hopped in the car and did more uber-American things: went to a mall (Meadow Glen Mall), Home Depot, then Costco (I think Mark could move in to Coscto).

But while we were leaving one place for the other we got hit with an amazingly nasty storm. Trees were swaying and lightning was flashing nonstop. As we arrived at Home Depot I mentioned to Randy that there was an umbrella in the car. So, he dropped Mark and me off at the front door then he went to park the car. Not thinking, I grabbed the umbrella with me as I slipped out of the car (despite exiting the car within feet of a protective awning).

Poor Randy drove away to find a parking spot before Mark realized that I’d inadvertently taken the sole umbrella. D’oh!

I called Randy and told him to wait in the car until it lets up. Poor guy – I don’t know how he puts up with me.

Finally, last night we had all of Mark’s Boston-area based friends over for some chips and salsa, then we all headed out for dinner at Not Your Average Joe’s in Arlington. Mark loved the food, and the waitress, with her thick Boston accent, was a hoot. She was the perfect example of somebody Mark should see during his trip.

It was fun seeing everybody again (I knew all but one person). It’s also an impressive case of “Six Degrees of Separation” when we all reunite: Mark was friends with Ben and Brad who I worked with and  invited me to Paris with them in 2005, where I met Mark. I then introdued my friend, Jason, to Mark a year later. (Jason had already met Ben and Brad here in Boston when I brought him to their Christmas Party). Now, Jason has since married Bryan, who has met Mark during each of his three visits to Boston (and I was with Jason the day he met Bryan). Of course there is Randy, who met Mark through me. Oh, and Brett, who Randy and I met through Mark during his last visit to Boston, but have hung out with a few times since. Interestingly enough, Ben and Brad knew Brett because of their music work. And we can’t forget about Chris, Randy’s ex, who is living with us, but who also has met Mark during his last visit or two.

But put all of these folks in one room and a good time is all but guaranteed.

With so many connections in the Boston area I think that if he decides to move back to the states he should just settle on here.

Anyway, I’m not sure what Mark has got planned for the rest of his trip. I’m at work now but plan to meet him for lunch. After leaving work, I’m not sure what we’re doing. Tonight perhaps a bike ride along the Minuteman Bike Trail. He’s also on his own tomorrow while Randy and I work…so any activity suggestions are welcomed (no museums, though).

The Heat Is On

…in more ways than one. Not only is the heat and humidity in a depressing trend (upwards) but I’m also getting pressure to blog more.

I was hoping to wait to post again until I renamed and edited the photos from our trip to post in my online gallery, but popular demand (well, if two people qualifies me as popular) have requested that I blog.

So, here you go. This week has been a catch up week. My computer was infected with a virus last week (apparently associated with an e-greeting I got for my birthday). It took two days but it’s finally been removed.

My friend, Mark, arrives from Paris tonight and will be around through Monday. We’ve not got anything officially planned for him except for dinner on Sunday night. Otherwise, I’m leaving it up to him to decide what to do. It’s probably better that way. Otherwise, I’d bore him to death with things I find interesting…like ice cream and TV.

Oh, and even though I’ve not posted the pics to my online gallery yet, I was able to get them up on Facebook…so check out my 2010 Travel Album there. Otherwise, they should appear in the link (bottom right of this page) shortly.

Ah, Montreal

Randy and I had a great time in Montreal. The weather cooperated quite nicely…and the smoke from the Quebec forest fires appeared to blow away from the city so we didn’t even notice it until we were driving back through Vermont and New Hampshire.

We made really good time driving up, even stopping in Montpelier, VT, for lunch and then to walk around after realizing how charming this state capital was. It must be the smallest state capital in the country (surrounded by forest). Anyway, a few hours later we were in Montreal and immediately set out to explore things.

I’ve been to the city countless times so despite doing a few of the traditional things (Vieux Montreal, Ste-Catherine Street, Mont-Royal Park), I wanted to explore other parts of the city, expecting things to be either hit-or-miss. So, our first stop was to an enormous art-deco church behind Mont Royal called St. Jospeh’s Oratory of Mount Royal (hit). the guidebook claims this was the second highest church dome in the world, after St. Peter’s in the Vatican. It definitely was tall, but I can’t attest to it being the 2nd tallest (perhaps it maintains that ranking since it sits on the top of the mini-mountain in the city?).

The exterior looked like a standard church. Being off-white and with the large hill and stairs in front, it reminded us of Sacre-Coeur in Montmarte (Paris), but with a different architectural style. However, the inside was art deco – a very strange combination. It can apparently hold 10,000 people.

We then walked through neighboring Notre Dame-des-Nieges Cemetery (miss) on our way to Mount Royal (hit) – the enormous 1,000 foot “mountain” park in the middle of the city island. Somewhere along the way I managed to get the strangest bug (spider?) bite near my armpit. I developed two red bumps about an inch apart (resembling vampire bites) that ended up spreading with a rash around them. Does Lyme Disease exist in Canada?

Anyway, we hiked to the chalet and looked over the skyline of the city, then climbed the stairs down to Peel Street, back to the hotel to rest.

On Saturday we took the subway out to the Hochelaga-Maisonneuve area to explore the Olympic Stadium (hit). We opted not to spend $15 to ride the funiculaire to the top of the tower (we already had skyline views the day before from Mount-Royal), and instead explored the futuristic architecture. We walked into the Olympic pool area and watched people swim and then walked along the stands. With the Olympics now over 4 decades ago, we took some humorous photos of us sitting in the bleachers…totally alone and surrounded by empty seats.

Further to the south we walked to the Maisonneuve Marketplace, expecting to be able to enter the beautiful beaux-arts building, only to find it in an apparently permanent state of renovation (miss). We still had lunch in a modern incarnation next door then walked further south to see Saint Nom-de-Jesus Church (big time miss) which was supposed to have the most impressive pipe organ in Canada. But here we found yet another abandoned building ready for renovation.

That night, we went to Vieux Montreal (hit), which is required visiting for any tourist in Montreal. We walked along the St. Lawrence River, had dinner on a cobblestone side street, then headed back to our hotel and went to a bar in the Village. Sadly, the beautiful City Hall was under renovation and surrounded by scaffolding.

Sunday was Quebec Museum Day which meant nearly every museum in the city was free. So, we went to the Musee d’Art Contemporain de Montreal (which I’d been to many times before but it always has different exhibits (hit).  Unfortunately, what you may realize has since become the theme to our trip, the exterior areas surrounding the museum were under renovation.

We then headed downtown and visited the Christ Church Cathedral (hit), an old church that was miraculously held up on stilts so a mall could be built underneath. Being downtown, we ventured into a few stores before walking to Mary Queen of the World Cathedral (hit) where a very friendly elderly man took a liking to Randy. We told him we were from Boston…he said “ah yes, I love Massachusetts – especially the Galveston and Houston area.”  Um, OK.

After an afternoon rest, I wanted to continue exploring areas I’d not yet seen. My guidebook said that an area north of Mount Royal called Outremont, specifically Bernard Street, was supposed to be a good place for shops and restaurants (miss). One block appeared to be popular, the rest was rather drab. Plus, Randy isn’t a big fan of residential Montreal architecture (flat-front dark brick buildings with staircases out front). We decided to walk along Avenue du Parc through the Mile End neighborhood (miss) – a supposedly up-and-coming area of bohemians and new restaurants/shops. Instead, we just found a sizable Hasidic population and a plethora of dentist offices.

Our death march (as Randy decided to call this 2.5 mile stroll) ended with us in the Plateau neighborhood where we couldn’t settle on a restaurant and decided to head back to the Village for dinner at a French restaurant along Ste-Catherine Street.

One thing Montreal did that we loved was close down Ste-Catherine Street in the village (hit) from Rue St. Hubert to Rue Papineau. All of the restaurants then built out wooden decks into the street, essentially doubling their dining space. All on-street parking was removed and pedestrians can walk freely down the middle of the road without fear of being struck by a car. This is something Boston ought to consider for Newbury Street and Hanover Street. It seemed to be a win-win situation for businesses and visitors (though, the decreased parking is likely an issue for some residents).

Anyway, we had a lovely outdoor dinner overlooking the parade of folks strolling the village.

Finally, on Monday we visited Parc Jean-Drapeau (miss). These are two islands in the middle of the St. Lawrence River that were used during the World’s Fair in the 1960s. There is a large biosphere (basically metal scaffolding in a dome shape) that was unimpressive (the surrounding areas were under renovation, of course). We then walked over to the other island (which houses the Casino) only to find more renovations being down to pathways and temporary structures. One highlight of this excursion was some temporary stadium seating (essentially scaffolding) that was installed. We couldn’t quite figure out why since it overlooked a roadway and small grassy area…perhaps it was a portion of an area used for motorcross? We climbed to the top (the whole thing shook, which was rather freaky) and I can’t imagine how this could actually hold thousands of people. Anyway, the top did afford one of the nicest views of the skyline that we found (and all by accident).

We  climbed down and walked a bit more – viewing some modern art here and there in the park, before going back to Vieux Montreal for some day-time pictures (and lunch). Then, it was time to leave so we hopped in the car and headed out of the city.

Now, nearly every time I’ve visited Montreal I’ve been stuck in traffic hell at the border. Driving into Canada has never been an issue, but heading back into the US along Route 89 (especially around holiday weekends) has always been a traffic nightmare of 30 minutes to an hour-and-a-half  as immigrations officers inspect the trunk of every single car. But two weeks ago I read an article in the Boston Globe that mentioned a smaller border crossing about 5 miles away in farm land. There’s no highway there, just small roads. The crossing consists of a small shack surrounded by farms. Apparently, they get only about 2 or 3 border crossings per hour! Needless to Asay, we zipped right through (they didn’t even open the trunk and inspect our luggage).

I’m such a loser, but this nearly made the trip for me. I’ve always dreaded the trip home, but this was a breeze.

All in all, we had a great trip.

Northern Exposure, Eh?

Twenty-four hours from now Randy and I should (hopefully) already be in New Hampshire en route to Montreal. For the first time in years I’m going to be on his continent for Memorial Day weekend (although, technically I’ll still be in another country).

After going to Tokyo with Randy on one of his business trips back in 2006, Montreal was our first real vacation together. It was the week after Christmas and before New Year’s Eve and although spectacularly illuminated for the holiday season, the city was damn cold (with daily light snow). In fact, I’ve only been to Montreal once during the warmer months (in September, 1995). All of my future visits have been in the winter.

Until now.

The weather forecast keeps seeming to alternate between showers on Saturday or showers on Sunday, but this morning I looked and it appears the trip may be rain-free (though mostly cloudy for one or two days). Temperatures should also be reasonably good between 70-78 degrees.

I’m not sure what we’ll do. We’ve really not planned that far ahead. With it not being as cold, I’m guessing we can avoid the interior activities that I’ve tended to focus on during previous winter visits (musuems, underground city) and enjoy more of the neighborhoods. That tends to be my favorite part of travel – exploring the actual city. Then again, I’ve never been a huge museum person anyway. I’d rather see the world.

Oh, and speaking of worlds, particularly small worlds, I reconnected with an old friend this week. Strangely enough, his husband is an author and I just read this book last week. I’m not lying – the day after I finished the book, my old friend sent me an email (small world). He also lives down the street from us in Arlington (smaller world). Most amazing, he was friends with the former owners of our condo and has been there numerous times over the past years (smallest world). Seriously – what are the odds?

Oh, and he went to college at McGill University. And where is that? Montreal!

They Make Special Suits For Days Like This

One year ago today Randy and I had a lovely birthday meal in the Trastavere area of Rome. The weather that night was perfect (after a scorchingly hot day) and we strolled around the neighborhood before and after our meal. The year before that we were in Paris – I had arrived the day before and excitedly met Randy at the Saint-Michel subway station in a light drizzle as he climbed up the stairs facing Notre Dame. The year before that I spent the night on a plane  with Randy heading to London. The friendly flight attendant even gave me a bottle of wine since it was my birthday.

Over the past few years I’ve been fortunate enough to have some wonderful birthday memories and this year was no different. Randy invited some friends over last night and we had drinks and appetizers on our roofdeck before heading downstairs for some pizza and ice cream cake (yum). And today, the weather is even more perfect than that night in Rome one year ago. In just 4 more days we’ll then head up to Montreal for the long holiday weekend.

Thirty-nine doesn’t seem all that bad since it has provided me with such great memoies to look back upon.

Ten Down, One To Go

Randy’s whirlwind trip of Seoul/Tokyo is coming to an end in a few hours. For him it’s nearly Friday morning already and when he wakes up, he’ll have a few hours to explore Tokyo a bit before heading to the airport.

I have missed him – no doubt about that. But it actually wasn’t as bad as past trips. For one thing, I was preoccupied all of last with dogsitting for my parents. And this time around we have Chris (Randy’s ex) living with us so I had some company briefly every evening before he went upstairs and played video games. And I also got together with friends two nights.

Plus, the last time he was gone for this long it was less than a month after moving into the new condo so back then it was strange being in new surroundings AND alone.

But reuniting won’t last for long because our weekends are booked solid between now and mid-July. This weekend it includes a party Saturday night and a small birthday gathering Randy is throwing for me on Sunday. But if the weather cooperates, perhaps we can enjoy the sunny days since those events are at night.

Oh, and I finished my Urban Planning class. I submitted the paper a week ago today (19 pages). Grades are supposed to be posted in six days. Going into the final paper, I had a B+ and an A- for my previous papers. Fingers crossing my final paper can boost me into a final grade of A-.

Back to Normal

My life is back (almost).

I have to say, Dusty was much more well-behaved than I expected. She didn’t bark too much. She didn’t make a mess on the floor in the house the entire time she was with me. She slept through the night without hogging the bed (aside from the night Randy was home and there were two grown men and a dog sharing a queen sized bed). She mostly behaved herself in my office when I brought her in (the biggest annoyance was needing to sit on my lap while I’m trying to sit at the desk and use the computer).

All in all, it wasn’t that bad. Of course, I don’t want my parents to know that or they may travel more often. I guess the biggest issue really was sleeping at night. If Randy wasn’t traveling to Asia, I think it would have been a very different scenario.

But I brought her back to my parents at the end of last week. My parents had fun in Niagara Falls despite some crappy weather and colder than average temperatures.

And Randy is now just 4 days away from returning back home (YAY). Then in just a week from this Friday we’ll be off to Montreal for Memorial Day weekend. AHHH…mini-vacation.

Oh, and one irrelevent side-comment: It’s so strange to me to be seeing pictures of our former dean everyday in newspapers, on tv, and on the internet. At Harvard, I always saw her in jeans and sweatshirts (or something similar). Now it seems she’s always wearing dresses and pearls. I would hate to have to dress up everyday. Though, I suppose if she makes it onto the court she can wear comfy clothes under the robe. At least I hope that’s the case.

Devil Dog: Hound from Hell

She’s Baaaaaaaaack!

My parents left for vacation yesterday, which means that I’m got babysitting duty for Dusty. Now, I should call it dogsitting, but this little beast has been so spoiled with 24/7 attention that she acts more like a baby.

I must admit, the way I treat her doesn’t help. I don’t necessarily think I spoil her, but I do walk on eggshells around her to accomodate her neediness. At six years old, it just feels like she’s too old to change.

She actually wasn’t so bad during the day. She didn’t poo or pee (see? words you’d use with a baby) in the house. And during the day she mostly laid on the sofa. She was also reasonably behaved on the car ride to Arlington – save for a brief moment of her doing her scream.

But last night…ugh, last night. Randy was leaving for his business trip to Asia today. In fact, he planned it this week so he wouldn’t have to be around her too much. But last night he was stuck with her. So I went to bed about an hour before Randy. When he entered the room, she woke up and started barking and growling at him.

Joy.

We yelled (and tapped her behind) and her tail drooped between her legs and she jumped off the bed and ran underneath it. Randy brushed his teeth and came to bed and she stayed down there for all of 1 minute before crawling out and acting all innocent – trying to get onto the bed again.

I want to state that when she was my dog 6 years ago, she was crated at night. It took time for her to get used to it, but she did. Well, my parents ended that practice immediately and now she absolutely will not sleep at night without a human being with her…on a human bed.

So, as Randy and I ignored he attempts to get into bed, she got more annoyed and then just started crying – preventing us from sleeping, too. Eventually, to shut her up, we put her at the foot of the bad. Of course, she didn’t want that and gradually migrated to my chest area…sleeping sideways taking up more space than any 14 pound dog should.

At least she slept…quietly.

Now, it sucks that Randy is gone for 12 days, but at least for the next 4 days (while Dusty is here) there will be more room in the bed.

I’d still rather it be Randy then her, though, even though he takes up even more space.

The Jury’s Out

So, I had jury duty yesterday. That would be my sixth time in 20 years (which means I’ve had it like clockwork just about every three years). Now, that doesn’t include the TWO other times they selected me for jury duty when I didn’t qualify because I’d already done it within the previous three years. Hell, this notice came 2 years, 11 months since my last jury duty – but the date of my actual service was a month later.

It still kills me that my mom has had jury duty just once in her entire life – and that wasn’t until she was in her 70’s.

One advantage to  jury duty in the burbs is that it’s so much smaller. In Boston, the jury pool room was enormous and held hundreds and hundreds of people. Yesterday, the pool room was tiny – accomodating only about 28 people.

On the plus side, I missed being impaneled…but barely. There was going to be a civil trial with 7 jurors (one was an alternate). My juror number was 11. They called the first 7, then began questioning them. One left, then number 8 arrived. Another left, then number 9 arrived. Another left, then number 10 arrived. At this point, my palms started sweating. Then I heard those dreaded words: “Number 11, please report to the jury stand.”

Damn.

But then, based on my jury duty questionnaire, the judge called me up to the bench. You see, on my questionnaire, I mentioned that I didn’t really trust the system after my previous eperience on the jury of a murder trial (which is true). The judge asked me some questions about whether I could be impartial (yes, I suppose I could, I’m just a skeptical person and don’t trust that the witnesses won’t be lying since that’s what happened the last time I was a juror). They thanked me for my time and had me return to the jury stand…

…and then said “Number 11, please return to the jury pool”.

YAY! Since that was the day’s only trial, we were then released.

Still, it does suck. I mean, I’m all for being  judged by your peers. That part of the system is fair. But:

1 – I find it unfair that it seems like it’s always the same people getting called to jury duty over and over, while the majority of people get it once in their life, or never. I heard others in the jury pool room complaining similarly – and only one person (who appeared to be young) said this was her first time. I think the system should be changed from “one day, one trial” to “one day, one trial, one time.”  If you actually serve as a juror on a trial, I think you should be removed from the database since you’ve done your part.

2 – Witnesses lie. In the trial I was on, the mother of the victim claimed her son was an angel. Meanwhile, employment records showed he was fired for using drugs. He also had a police record. There’s PROOF that he was no angel, but she kept claiming he never touched drugs in his life. My solution? Have witnesses be connected to a lie detector.

3 – Attorney’s will ask questions (or imply statements) that they know aren’t admissable as evidence just so that the jurors can hear it and form an opinion before the judge requests that it be struck from the record. But the seed has already been planted – the jurors have already formed an opinion/assumption based what the attorney said. Perhaps the attorney’s should provide the judge questions in advance so they can’t get away with crap like that.

Anyway, I know my suggestions mean nothing. Hell, the ACLU will surely get on my ass for my lie-detector idea. I guess I’m just bitter that I keep getting called in for jury duty.

At least I’m safe for another 3 years, at least. I guess I’ll see you in court in May 2013.

Too Much, Too Fast, Too Soon

This weekend felt so busy, even though much of my time was spent not doing much. On Friday night we got together with Randy’s fellow Harvard post-doc from a decade ago and hung out at Grendel’s Den, in Harvard Square.

On Saturday, Randy went to some seminars associated with the post-doc reunion and I worked on the paper for the class I’m taking. At night, we went to the Museum of Science for the big gala/dinner, then had some of his favorite post-doc friends come back to our place for drinks.

On Sunday, I worked a bit on my paper, went to the gym, did some grocery shopping, then we went up on the roof deck at night to have dinner and play card games. All in all, not a bad weekend, but way too hot, way too soon.

I’m now in my office and it’s 80 degrees (the AC doesn’t appear to be on, I’ve got windows wide open and an industrial fan blowing directly on me, set at high…enough so that I’ve got heavy items on all my papers to prevent them from flying around.

Is it bad for me to be wishing for October right now?